Collaboration with Elysie, Flubb, Angela and AnimeChick. They are adorable and great writers, and I am excited to do this collaboration with them. This shall be very very fun "" I quickly pull out the ear phones that were plunged deeply inside me, the fat gel heads were hard and highly uncomfortable inside my ear. "Stupid airplane stuff." I murmur under my breath and turn my head sharply to look at the wrinkled old man with a stupid big and goofy smile pasted across his face. "What the **** did you just say to me?!" I said as I narrowed my eyes. His smile braved on, like he just won the lottery. His face seemed to say that not a single **** is given today. His eyes never opened once, and I wondered if he was psychic or had a third eye. His flaky and rosy skin made me wonder if he would turn to dust if I poked him. It made me want to sneeze. "Where ya going young lady?" he breathed into my face. It reeked of oatmeal. I crinkled my nose and poked the little freckles in my face. "I dunno." "Is that right?" he continued to grin like a fool. I folded my arms and turned my head to look behind me. A really fat woman with a lot of make up tries to get inside the loo but she wouldn't fit. She was either a clown or Santa Claus. "We are experiencing some difficulties... Please fasten your seat blablabla....." I was really, really creeped out. But not because of the announcement, but because of the overly cheerful old man fastening my seat belt. Before I knew it though, the stress made me fall asleep. And I had a nightmare where the old man wanted to squeeze me out to make face cream for his flaky skin. He was shaking me really hard , really hard... Then he was screaming my name which morphed into a high pitched woman's voice and I woke up screaming. But no! The plane was actually shaking! And Laura was screaming my name! The old man put a weird shaped thing from above me over my face and did the same thing to himself. But it's okay. I liked roller coasters. I was brave. After we landed, I heard some people crying. I guess they didn't like the ride. Mom crawled out of her seat and took off the weird thing on my face. She hugged and kissed me a lot. Then before I knew it, we were all standing in a beautiful island. But the plane was on fire. "****. We are on Lost!" "Mia! Watch your mouth young lady!" my mom snapped, she was trembling and looked really tired. But then... She suddenly started to cry. She knelt down and held me close. My chin rested on her shoulder. "Hey mommy? Isn't the old man gonna come out?" "...h-he is sleeping honey." She said as she held me tighter.
Chapter 2 Mysterious Person POV I glanced over at the dead man. "Sleeping, HA! As if. What they didn't know was that he had a small jet black dart buried deep into his skin. His wrinkly old skin," I thought to my despicable self. I glance at a little girl with her mom. "I'm not so sure mommy will last too long on this trip little girl," I think while quietly snickering to myself. "Mommy isn't going to last long at all." Drake's POV I cuddled my little sister Julia close to me. "Are we going to see mommy and daddy Drake?" she said while snuggling her head into my arm looking scared. "No sweetie that won't happen for awhile," I said confidentially. "When she said 'Are we going to see mommy and daddy Drake?' she meant 'are we going to die Drake?'," was why I thought to myself. "Drake I'm scared," Julia said in a cute scared voice. "Don't worry Julia I'll protect you," I said mentally holding back tears. "I promised mom," I say then kiss her forehead. I pat the gun in my vest making sure its still there. "I need to look intimidating, so people stay away from me," I thoughtfully think to myself. After thinking for a minute I put on some black sunglasses and look at my reflection in the water. "I think I look pretty intimidating with my black sunglasses and black coat, thank god I going to play Neo in a play or else I would have never have had this stuff," I think while silently thanking the heavens. Drake looks like this Minus the bullets (happy with the update?)
Tiffany's POV Of course. My first independent flight, and we crash. Pushing shards of a broken light of my legs, I shakily got to my feet and looked around. People were milling about, probably still in shock. Not that I was any different. The image of the old man rolling on top of me while the plane fell was still burned into my mind. I recalled the whites of his eyes facing blankly towards my, his neck hanging limply at an unnatural angle, and my frantic movements to get away from this man, this horrifying creature of death. Snapping back to reality, I frantically dug through my bag and emerged with my phone, planning to call the first number I saw. But there was no reception. Now what? Casting one last glance at the molten lump of wreckage, I started walking away, my feet sinking deep in the sand. I was clutching my handbag so hard, my knuckles turned ghostly pale. Slowly I loosened my grip and flexed my fingers. I could feel the blood returning at once. As I started trudging inland, I scouted around for anything that might be useful to me. It looked like I was going to have to fend for myself in this strange island. Then I realized. It started out as a nagging sensation then bloomed to my main concern. Water. I would need water to survive. My throat was already starting to dry up, and I only had half a bottle in my bag. No, I told myself firmly. I would have to save the water. Spinning on my heel, I gazed back towards the plane. By the look of it, whatever water was on the plane had already spilled out. "Ughh…" I groaned. I was never going to be able to survive this and escape. There was no hope for any of us. Pilot's POV I crawled towards the water, moaning softly. No one noticed me. But I didn't want help. I had failed my job, and failed my passengers. In a split second, I had lost control and crashed the plane. Leaving a trail of spilled blood, I inched another few steps. The sand scraped my scratches. My head started throbbing. Reaching the water, I moaned again and slowly lowered myself in. I could feel the water sting my wounds. My vision started to go faint, and the murmurs of the passengers echoed around my head, bouncing off the inside of my skull. Then everything went black and I slowly sank to the ocean floor, creating my own watery grave. "I failed you." Sorry it's bad
Cynthia's POV I sat in the sand watching the people murmur and start to panic around me. I couldn't hear what they were saying, what their words of worry or stress were. I was listening to my favorite song on my iPod. I honestly could care less what happens to me. My life was screwed up anyway. I was on that plane just so I could get out of the chaos. But now... I just landed into a bigger problem. No one really noticed me.... Most of them were worried bout themselves or their kids. A woman came up to me and asked. "You must be terrified!...." Then began talking nonsense. Me? Terrified? As if! Running away from home made me deal with my fears.... I could deal with them again. I watched the people all around me and sighed. We were stuck on this island..... And from what I saw.... A lot of these people didn't know what to do in a situation like this. I stood up and brushed the sand of my black skinny jeans. I started to walk towards to middle of the island. This 16 year old wasn't going to stay on the beach and gape at the fallen plane. I took a final look at my fellow passengers and the fallen aircraft. Then, I simply walked away. Sorry if it isn't the best I'm exhausted..